Each time you gave me your love
I took it for granted
I wasn't deserving of your love
Yet you gave me access granted
Each time you gave me a chance
I was a wastrel that made it worthless
I wasn't deserving of any chance
Yet you made all my wrongs harmless
Each time I was on the wrong path
You were always there to show me the right
Each time I was on the right path
You were always there to confirm nothing was wrong
You were always there when I had no dime
I was always busy and had no time
I made our love sour as lime
It could never get sweeter, nothing ever rhymed
You treated me as a precious stone
I treated you as the cast away stone
You treated me as a king on the throne
I treated you harshly making you groan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, I hope your apologies are accepted.